Tired and submissive
 Lying down on the black altar
 She waits passive and anguished
 A frost silence guides into the assembly

 Priest Reflection:

 Only my invocation resounds in the heads of the followers

 Priest With The Crowd:

 Glory to you Ounis
 Praise be to Ounis

 The Priest:

 So her blood nay quench your thirst
 So her meat may appease your hunger
 For you, we'll eat the red crown
 For you, we'll lick the green crown

 Pries t With The Crowd:

 Glory to you Ounis
 Praise be to Ounis

 Narration:

 The blade penetrates deeply in the young flesh
 All together copulate with the bloody wounds

 The Priest:

 Here's the theater of our dreams
 This is the beauty of absurdity

 Priest With The Crowd:

 Glory and praise be to Ounis